take the keyboard

Chuck Playing The Sims
  • Sam: Hey, what are you doing?
  • Chuck: Panicking, my wife is having triplets.
  • Dean: Wife?! You don't have a wife.
  • Chuck: Course not, I have four.
  • Sam looks at Dean who throws his hands up in confusion.
  • Sam: What?
  • Dean: Dude, I'm not sure that's even legal.
  • Chuck: Stop raining on my parade Winchester, I can be whatever I want in The Sims.
  • ...
  • Chuck: For example, you and Cas are gay for each other.
  • Dean: Who is what for who?
  • Chuck sighs loudly and breaths out: It's okay. Your secret is safe with me.
  • From somewhere in the bunker you can hear an amuse Sam laughing his heart out.

I am firmly of the belief that, every so often, Dorian and Cassandra will swipe a bottle of good wine from somewhere, find a secluded corner, and play Whose Family Is More Pretentious And Generally Awful.

(Cassandra usually doesn’t talk about it with other people; it’s enough for everyone else to know that she left her mausoleum of a home and her giant, terrible family–with nary a backwards look, even–when she was all of fourteen. But Dorian gets it. Although they have the occasional tipsy argument about Necromancy: Bad Idea or Worst Idea?)

@patronusmagnus just mentioned Malec and their special spot that is their balcony and it got me thinking again:

Magnus sitting on a love seat on the balcony, a steaming mug of coffee in his hand. The morning breeze still a bit cold, brushing over his cobalt blue robe that is left unbuttoned. 

Alec’s head is resting in his lap, eyes are closed and peacefully sleeping. Magnus looks at his boyfriend, looks full of love and awe. His arm is laying on Alec’s chest, their pinkies intertwined and Alec is holding onto it, like it is some kind of anchor. His face all relaxed and soft, the hint of a small smile curling at his mouth like he just dreams something really nice. 

Magnus chuckles and looks over the ledge, the sun rising over Brooklyn Bridge. A new day’s coming. Another day with Alec right by his side.

prove it. (m)

author’s note: i dedicate this to @wonhopes because she made me realize how much kihyun wrecks me. if it wasn’t obvious enough, it’s safe to say i’ve finally accepted it.

associated with this drabble though it’s not nearly as smutty.

rivals au; 5,490 words; smut, fluff; warnings: none.
↳ when all kihyun can talk about is how good he is in bed, you decide to shut him up by telling him to put his money where he mouth is. fortunately, you both learn a few things along the way.  

Originally posted by wonhontology


If it wasn’t for the mere fact that Mrs. Fern told you who your partner was, you would’ve scoffed, maybe protested, or even blurted out a concise, “Fuck no.”

Out of all the people in the classroom, you’re stuck with him. Yoo Kihyun. The asshole with an ego bigger than Jeon Jungkook’s, and that was probably an understatement too. You can’t imagine the outcome of this, not that anyone can, but when you catch sight of his stare from across the room and a smirk spreads across his lips, you already glower at the possibilities.

Keep reading

Stop the Hate

The next time you feel the need to say something mean or unkind, or feel the need to point out people’s flaws or feel like you have to publicly disparage or humiliate someone, take a second to read this. It’s a reminder that stopping the hate in this world starts with us. Right here, right now. 

If you don’t have something nice to say, put the phone down, take your hands off the keyboard.  Don’t reply with a snotty comment, don’t hit send on that anonymous ask, don’t retweet the bullshit.  Go for a walk, watch a cat video, sing your favorite song at the top of your lungs, do anything but spread the hate. Be the better person.  

Jackson be like... #13

Interviewer: What would you like to do with your partner?

Jackson: … O_O *looks shookt at the interviewer, his mind in the gutter*

Wang Puppy: uhm.. watch a movie :3

Mr. Wild and Sexy: Netflix and Chill >;3

imagine how much better the Thor movies would’ve been if Frigga were actually written in a realistic way rather than a ‘women don’t talk when the menfolk are talking’ way

I mean she’s a powerful magic user and more importantly she’s a MOM. Thor and Loki wouldn’t have gotten away with SHIT. The entire goddamn plot never would’ve happened, no wonder they dumbed her down.

Frigga would’ve busted in like “NO THOR, YOU’RE NOT GOING TO JOTUNHEIMR, YOU’RE GOING TO YOUR ROOM. YOU’RE GROUNDED FOR A WEEK. SIF, HOGUN, FANDRALL, VOLSTAGG, YOU’RE ALL GROUNDED FOR A WEEK. I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE ADULTS, I AM YOUR QUEEN AND YOU ARE ALL GROUNDED.”

and then she’d whip it around on Loki like “DON’T YOU LAUGH. I KNOW WHAT YOU DID. YOU WANT YOUR FATHER TO HEAR HOW FROST GIANTS GOT INTO ASGARD? THEN YOU’D BETTER GET YOUR BUTT IN YOUR ROOM TOO, YOUNG MAN. THAT’S WHERE YOU’RE GOING TO BE FOR THE NEXT CENTURY.”

Play For Me || Joe Sugg

Originally posted by suggleeimagine

Requests are currently [ OPEN ]

Masterlist can be found [ HERE ]

Word Count: 1k+

A/N: THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 1000 FOLLOWERS, I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!XX




You were sat at your desk, your keyboard sat flat in front of you, the letters written on the white keys and your handwritten book of lyrics and notes leaning up against the stand that attached to the back of the instrument. You had your thick framed glasses resting on the bridge of your nose, your hair messily thrown up into two space buns.

You had one of your oversized Sugg Life sweatshirts on over a pair of booty shorts, but other than, nothing. You’d taken your socks off the second you got through the door, seeing as you despised wearing socks,or even slippers, inside.

It was around nine pm, and Joe’s told you that he needed to go make a gaming video, and so you decided that it was a perfect time to get some keyboard practice into your schedule, especially seeing as you were never usually able to find the time to do so.

You were playing a simple song, one that isn’t the most challenging but you enjoyed it nonetheless. The original notes had been drawn from an Ed Sheeran song, but you’d tweaked them so many times over the years that they now sounded nothing like any Ed song you’d ever heard.

You glanced over at your camera, which was sat on your bedside table on the other side of the room and chewed on your bottom lip, deciding whether or not you were in the mood film a cover.

Eventually, you look over at your clock and check the time, making sure it hadn’t gotten too late and you hadn’t realised how quickly time had passed; but only an hour had gone by and you definitely had time to film if you wanted to.

You think about how long ago it had been since you’d posted a video, and chuckle a little when you found yourself unable to remember the last time you filmed anything, which wasn’t exactly your fault, seeing as YouTube wasn’t your job, unlike Joe, and was just a place for you to post your covers and little original songs you wrote every so often.

You stand up, tugging the sweatshirt over your ass, even though there was literally nobody but you in the room, and even if there was, you had shorts on anyways, but you still felt as self-conscious as ever.

Setting up your camera didn’t take long at all, seeing as your DSL was just one of Joe’s older cameras which he didn’t use anymore and insisted you used when you first brought up the idea of making a channel to post covers.

You sit on your legs, not even bothering to fix hot hair or get changed seeing as the camera was panned down just far enough to cut out your neck and instead focused on the keys of the instrument and your fingers as they played.

Your Sugg Life hoodie could be seen just barely, but you really couldn’t be bothered to change into anything else seeing as you’d made yourself comfortable as hell. You adjust the volume of your keyboard, taking a sip of your water and stretching your mouth out, clearing your throat and preparing yourself.

You purse your lips as you begin to play the intro to one of your favourite songs to play, inhaling inaudibly and beginning to softly sing. As the song progressed, you got louder and louder, and a part of you silently hoped you weren’t disturbing Joe downstairs.

You draw out the last word, holding down the last key for a while before letting go and exhaling in relief, grabbing your bottle of water and taking a sip from your water in order to soothe your throat.

As you reach up to turn off the camera, two knocks on the door cause you to turn your head and smile at Joe, who was stood in your doorway with a smirk on his face.

Your cheeks heat up. “You been there a while, creep?”

“Mhm, and I really like that song, by the way. It sounded really good.” He nods, and you can’t help the smile the tugs at the corners of your lips. “Can you play something else for me?”

You squint slightly in confusion, wondering why he was choosing now to ask you to play something for him, but of nonetheless. You leave your camera rolling, jogging over to kiss him quickly on the lips before tugging on his hand and leading him over to your long chair.

He sits down beside you, and you look down over at him curiously, cracking your fingers, which causes him to cringe inwardly, though he didn’t say anything. “What do you want me to play?”

“The one that got away, you know, that one by Katy Perry that you always sing whilst you’re speed cleaning.” He explains, and you nod, thankful that he’d chosen one of the songs in which you’d memorized the notes for and didn’t have to flip through your book for five minutes in a bid to find them.

You seemed to forget that you were even filming, resting your head onto Joe’s shoulder as you played the music and sang a lot less loudly than you had just minutes before.

He wraps an arm around your waist, and joins in during the parts he knows, causing you to grin and look up at him, adoration in your eyes.

The song drew to a close, and by that point, you’d snuggled into Joe’s side, and only left your hand enough leeway to actually work the keys.

You felt warm and fuzzy in that moment, just snuggled up in your dimly lit bedroom, the Zoella candle burning on your desk and the fairy lights being the only providers of light in the room.

You smile, leaning up to switch off the camera, looking up at Joe through your lashes and biting your lip. “Can I put that up on my channel?”

He hesitates for a while, and you reassure him that you don’t have to, but in the end he talks you that he really wants you to post it, and so you spend the rest of the evening curled up on the couch, editing the video together and eating bowls of cereal when you inevitably got hungry.

You posted the video the second it was rendered, chuckling at the sudden rush of comments, everyone screaming about how Joe had finally been in one of your cover videos after so long of them asking.

Who knows, maybe you’d do more videos with Joe in the future, just for the wellbeing of the fans; not because you loved singing with him, not at all

Dats a lot of followers for a smol girl who is just being her dumb self on a daily basis :’D THANK YOU EVERYONE!!

I’m so sleepy rn (don’t sleep for just 5 hours every night kids) to say something properly decent with all of my positive will, but still I LOVE EVERY ONE OF YOU WHO FOLLOWS ME <3 YOU GUYS ARE TOTALLY THE BEST I SWEAR!! Thanks for supporting me and enjoying my blog and its randomness xD

I might do an art raffle later when I reach 900 followers… or maybe something else.

The Bottom of the Pringles Can

For as long as time itself none have been able to reach the bottom of a Pringles but it is not to be that way forever. Legend tells of a chosen one with the smallest hands that might one day be able to reach the bottom of the can to call forth the enchanted High Pringle.

The conclave of the High Pringles waited years for the chosen one to come forth but they never came. The collection of High Pringles from Original all the way to Keema Curry thought all hope was lost until one day the Chosen One reached to the bottom of a Cheeseburger can and pulled out the High Pringle of Cheeseburger. The Chosen One’s hand short stubby fingers grazed the bottom of the can, bringing to life the chosen High Pringle that would grant the one with the small hands their deepest desire as a boon for awakening the High Pringle from slumber.

“Just like that Mr. Trump. People are going to eat this shit up.” A photographer encouraged, his identity obscured by the camera. Small Hands raised the High Pringle of Cheeseburger up and posed with a forced tight smile.

“I shall grant you one wish for freeing my people from the bottom of the darkness, Small Hands.” The ethereal chip said. Without a moment of hesitation the chosen one with the abnormally tiny hands spoke his wish.

“Make me the President of the United States.” Tiny Hands demanded thoughtlessly, almost as if he didn’t truly believe in the miraculous powers of the high Pringle. The High Pringle knew not of Small Hands’ world or what type of man it took to fill such a role but the High Pringle did know that they had a duty to the foretold prophecy.

“Ha, ha, that’s my job …” The Photographer joked, his tone reflecting a tinge of strain.

“It shall be done.” The High Pringle promised. The Small Handed One sneered wider as the Photographer took one more shot that would be used in the campaign team’s propaganda efforts.  

The photographer did not have the honor of being able to hear the High Pringle’s promise to the Small Handed One. If he had the chance perhaps none of what would happen next could have been avoid. Perhaps he could have slain the High Pringle before he could fulfill his purpose, Perhaps if there had been another with even smaller hands to meet the High Pringle both worlds Pringle and human alike would have been better off.

The High Pringle had no way knowing the long awaited chosen one with small hands would usher in the final days for all Pringle lovers alike.

5

@cynnoh got me a keyboard this time!! 😭 Like hers, it’s also a VA87M, but with Cherry MX Brown switches. The caps are milk white PBT with dye-sub red legend mounted atop orange LED. The escape key is a Signature Plastics SA cap. It’s a different material and height, but it makes a really good accent!

I’m tossing the RK-9000V2 I was using up until now. This board’s my ultimate aesthetic and endgame lmao

anonymous asked:

So I kinda wanna start a blog like yours, but centering around MatPat and GTLive. First, I just wanna see if this is cool with you, and also any tips? Yeah

Hey, if you wanna, totally go for it. I don’t have any ownership of the concept. :)

Heck, tips, ummm… When you’re screencapping, try to use an hd setting for better image quality, and definitely take advantage of the keyboard shortcuts. The left/right arrow keys move 5 seconds back/forward in the vid, and the J/L keys move 10 seconds back/forward. The comma/period keys move you back/forward one frame at a time. The K and spacebar pause. It’s super-useful, having that keyboard control. When you’re looking through a whole video for something screencappable, it saves time to set it to a faster speed. Once you find something that looks useful, setting the vid to a slower speed can help you find the perfect frame. Hopefully that was helpful, lol!

Originally posted by martziplier98

anonymous asked:

Hi, I love all of your stories. You are really talented. I noticed you had a banner for "The Art of Peeling Pearls", but I couldn't find that on your blog, and I don't remember reading it. Is it something knew you are working on?

Thanks for your sweet words, Anon! The banner you are referring to is for something I started a year ago, I think? Maybe longer, I don’t know. The Art of Peeling Pearls was meant to be a continuation/expansion of THIS.

My plan was to write the entire story before I started posting the rest of it, because I was having a hard time finishing literally ANYTHING at the time. I got about six chapters in and stalled anyways. Badly. Sooooooo badly, like five-seconds-away-from-deleting-the-whole-thing-at-any-given-moment-I-hate-everything-I-write stalled. Then I got distracted by Break and I just never got back to Peeling Pearls.